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Husk didn't really consider that it would be such a big deal to come home late.
He'd told everyone where he was going, anyway. Alastor was invited to a night on the town with Mimzy to visit a new speakeasy-styled bar. Husk was manning the bar in case things went south.
That was all. He was only there until ten.
He walked into the hotel, not exhausted, but tired.
He held Alastor by the hand, guiding the drunken man through the door.
"Have I ever mentioned?" He slurred lightly, his grasp against Husk's paw flipping between feather-light and iron.
"Mm, don't think so," Husk teased.
Alastor hummed, contented with the warmth in the lobby. "I love you, Husker, Dear. Thank you for taking care of me." He sighed as he pressed an uncoordinated kiss to his cheek.
"Mhm, go to bed, boss." Husk pushed him off of himself.
Alastor stumbled for a mere second, before straightening out his bowtie and moseying off to the staircase.
"Sleep well, Mon Cher!"
"Yep, you too." Husk called with a fond smile, turning to go flop himself on the couch.
Except the couch was occupied.
Angel was curled on his side, knees tucked close to himself and all sets of arms folded over his chest. Peppa Pig played without sound, the captioning in Italian.
A sharp pang of anxiety struck his heart, terrified that Angel had had a panic attack or something of the sort whilst he was gone.
"Angel, Baby?" He spoke softly, as to not startle him.
"Hmph." He huffed, wrinkling his nose and furrowing his brow.
Thank fuck he was okay, at least. Easier to handle a petty tantrum rather than a panicked baby.
"Oh, no," Husk said sarcastically, sitting at the foot of the couch and crossing his arms, "Who did what?"
Angel shot a glare at him (which was honestly straight up adorable) before turning his attention back to the television.
Husk noticed Nuggets, who laid near Angel's head on the ground, sleeping peacefully.
Okay, Nuggets would be awake if Angel was genuinely upset.
"Baby?" Husk put a gentle hand on the curve of his hip, feeling Angel's fleece onesie move against the fur underneath.
"I don' talk t' meanies." Angel snipped, staring intensely at the colorful cartoon.
... Husk had to admit, he was at a loss.
"Remember how last week, you threw a block at me? And afterwards, I explained why it wasn't nice?"
Angel grumbled, "Yeah..."
"Can you explain to me why I'm not being nice?"
He hesitated, reaching down to pet Nuggets, who didn't stur in his sleep.
"Cuz 'm sleepy."
Husk quirked a brow, "You're mad at me cuz you're sleepy, Bub?"
"Yeah." Angel mocked, as if Husk were an idiot for the question.
He shrugged the light bullying off for now, "Why ain't y'gone nu-night, huh?"
"Cuz–" Angel sniffled. There were no tears, but Husk assumed that his brain definitely wanted there to be. "Cuz you was workin' late..."
Husk frowned, reaching forward to pull Angel up to sit. Angel obliged, sitting up clumsily, his legs on either side of Husk's hips as he sat in his lap.
"I'm sorry Papa was mean, Bubba." Husk gently kissed Angel's cheek, "I'll getch'a somethin' nice to make up for it, yeah?"
"A prize?" Angel asked, starry eyed.
Husk smiled, "A prize, Baby."
Angel gasped, hands fiddling with Husk's collar excitedly. "And– And–"
"Anything you want, Baby. Just nothin' over a hundred, yeah?"
"Okay! Okay, okay!" Angel bounced, looking around, unable to focus on one spot with the serotonin suddenly pulsed into his system.
"See, Papa ain't so mean." Husk teased.
"Nope!" Angel chirped as he gave Husk a forehead kiss.
"Thank you, Baby. Okay, c'mon, let's get us ready for bed."
Angel grabbed Nuggets as the pig looked around, disoriented. He kissed his nose, whispering something about getting a Peppa Lego set.
Husk smiled.
He was damn fucking lucky.